Refined Torment

The chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
Received the imprint of her rump most graciously
And what a rump it was!
Smooth and sinuous, curving gracefully into all the other curves
Of her shapely body
Giggling and making out with her boyfriend
Putting on a show for free
That quite a few might pay to see

Her blonde grilfriend, sometimes playmate
Was dangling her long golden tresses over the back of a couch
While eyeing two young bucks standing before her amorously
With sidelong glances at her friendly rival
Competing with each other for the title of Sex Queen

And those were just the two most creamable foxes
The cafe was crowded with lovely young women
Many with low self-esteem
In the last days before the burning

DAMN! I said to myself, sitting there thinking
All this fuckable beauty
Yet not a twat for me

--July 30, 2001